A reasonable night with minor interruptions and a 07.00 wake up. Again, when the day greeted my eyes, I felt incredibly sleepy, as though I had been disturbed unfairly.
No urgency today, just take H out and then maybe a trip to John Lewis in High Wycombe as part of bed research. Planning to buy a new frame. Or I was.
I carried out a fair old bit of online shopping.
But, eventually, I gave up waiting for T to arise and took little H off to Gatehampton. It was a nasty old grey day, but it was not cold. As we exited the car, there was a damp feel to the air with very fine droplets lightly peppering my face.
I miss my Timberland strappy sandals. I have only one; unfortunately I need two of them and the second has gone missing. I haven’t seen it since we moved house. Now T has 2 pairs. Our feet are similar sizes and his are hardly worn.
So, I appropriated one of his pairs (Ecco) and wore them as I trudged round Gatehampton. They were quite comfortable and rugged enough. That could save some money.
This Gatehampton area is one of my favourite places. The Thames winds by an oily, olive green liquid surface. The far bank is haven to large houses with steep lawns and spacious frontages terminating at the waters’ edge. large and elegant willows dip their leafy fronds into the opaque waters. Reflections shimmer and geese honk and nest on a little island. Of the large houses, one awaits serious renovations, and another is home to all sorts of bulldozing activity.
On the near bank, there are meadows where cattle sometimes graze and thickets of trees line the river. There are small sandy beachy areas where the water can be accessed; fishermen fish. Boats ply up and down and trains chunter across Brunel’s bridge. And, somewhere, lie the remains of a dead bunny.
Today, there was no one there, apart from a loan fisherman and his paraphernalia. The damp, intermittently turned into drizzle. And then back again. H and I sat awhile on my favourite spot on a river bank. Oblivious to the rain.
Big fat boats came and went, as did trains of different shapes and sizes which trundled over the bridge. And swathes of mist hovered in the distance. I really appreciate the solitude.
H kept herself busy, but thankfully, appears to have forgotten the brief existence of baby bunny.
The rain became heavy enough to make me feel quite damp, so we headed back to the car.
Predictably, T was still not up when we returned home.
I had a brief chat with Burt, about the fact that our other neighbours, who are away, had left a front window wide open. One of the larger panes. Easy to climb in. However, he said it was deliberate, for the cats apparently. Each to their own.
I suggested to T that he get up so that we could get out to High Wycombe. Unfortunately, I fell asleep before he was ready and awoke around 16.30. I really hadn’t a clue which way up I was or where T was. So the trip did not happen.
Probably just as well. I had thought that I could get a new bed frame to fit our continental 160cm mattress. I don’t want to go down to 150cm which is Standard King Size over here. 180cm is the next option.
Why are things so awkward!
I found a bag of some Greek rice and veg in the freezer (from Lidl’s greek promotion) and it cooked up nicely.
Tomorrow is forecast to be up to 30C. But no rain – South Oxfordshire seems to be ignored by the Rain Gods. Yesterday’s rain might have made me damp, but it barely wet the ground. The dust on the surface, perhaps.
Thought for the Day
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